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Inside, the Family Friv Arcade is dull, even on a sunny day. In the back, there's a counter where you can get change, purchase a container of pop for 75 pennies and snatch a pack of Doritos or a cellophane-secured brownie. The place is loud, constantly uproarious, not with the garish crying arpeggios of opening machines or the screeches and tunes normal to a Chuck E. Cheddar yet the blasts, beeps, impacts and hai-ya's specific to Street Fighter. Regardless of the name, Family Friv Games is not the ordinary kiddie-alluring arcade.